A Shorting
Micah James Bauman
I have a shorting
in my heart
not a longing as some say
I have been living
a tiny thin truth
and by no shrink
of the imagination
can I explain it Continue reading “Micah Bauman, Spring•Summer 2017”
Micah Bauman, Summer 2016
My House
Micah Bauman
my house
is slowly leaving me
piece by piece
it departs
soon
I’ll have nowhere
to live
to sleep
my house is slowly leaving me
the wall left
It desired some time alone
the ceiling left
It reached an all-time low
the floor left
It couldn’t handle the pressure anymore
the door left
In search of greater opportunities
the roof left Continue reading “Micah Bauman, Summer 2016”
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